Part 45
SHINE
After watching the truck speed down the road I ran back to my expedition to check on Ben. All I could see was blood draining through the window,
"Ben!". I yelled his name but didn't get a response so I tried to get back inside the truck to see what was wrong with him. I still didn't get a response even after shaking him. It took me awhile to realize he was dead after I seen a piece of broken glass stuck into his neck, and the back of his head.
I could hear the police and ambulance sirens down the road, so I digged through the shards of glass looking for my phone.
I didn't have time to sit here and talk to the police or sit in a hospital to get checked on I knew I did not have time to waste daija and the veah was out there and I had to get them back.
But before I could go any further marios name flashed across my screen.
"Man this isn't the time right now I'll call you later ".
"Come to the warehouse right now ! Trust me you need to see this shit ."
"All right man come get me"
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Walking into the warehouse I can see one of my best boys Tony sitting strapped to a chair with my crew standing around him.
"What the hell is going on?"
I could tell something was wrong because he looks guilty but for the most part he looks scared for his fuckin life.
"Here's your snitch right here man." Mario says searching through his phone.
"What you mean"
He handed me the phone but before I took a look I looked at him, and gis face told it all. I don't know what but he was guilty of something I could tell by the way he faced the ground sweating since I got here.
Scrolling through the phone I could see nothing but unknown number conversations repeatedly everyday in his call log.
" All those calls were around the time we got hit in Georgia , the drive by , when your pops showed up to your house, and a hour ago Wich was right before daija and naveah got took. "
The more evidence Mario was giving the more guilt ran across Tony's face. That's why no matter where I took daija someone always found her. My mind was doing numbers, I couldn't help but have flashes of Everytime I seen this nigga on his phone. He was on the phone while me and daija was walking out of the hospital before the drive by. My anger moved faster then the rest of my emotions but I pulled out my 45 and shot him in the leg.
"Where's daija "
I stood over him and watched him fall to the floor holding his leg crying in pain.
"He didn't tell me "
I shot him in the other leg
"He who ?"
"Mr. Thompson ... Him and his wife paid me 500 grand, to give up daija location and keep update."
"Who else involved ?"
"Nobody just his wife "
I knew my mother was up to no good when she came to see me and daija. And judging by the way she was dressed in diamonds that ment she had something to do with him hitting up my wharehouse in Georgia.
"You sure ?" I said shooting him in his foot.
He screamed and I turned him over on his back, stepping on his wounds.
"Some chick name stephani but she didn't know what was going on, he tricked her."
"Tricked?"
"Yea he promised her money but he didn't tell her how he used her and when she found out she backed out and left"
I pressed down harder
"Where are they ?"
Mario came from behind me and through his phone at him.
"When traced the call, and got a address."
I pointed the gun at his head
"Wait !" He held his bloody hand in front of him.
"He took Alicia and Bella too... She refused to help him so he took them too."
Even more rage burned in my body, I could tell Mario was about to ask him something but before he could I shot him twice in the head, killing him.
"Okay then ..." Mario said scratching his head.
"Need me roll with you ?"
"Nah , this is personal"
Watching my crew stand their whispering, made me wonder alot, because Tony was cool with all of them. Mario started whistling dragging his body.
"Anybody else rolling with mah pops ?"
I asked waving my gun around. They all shook their head stepping back looking down at Tony's lifeless body, being dragged away.
Tony's phone vibrated, and I picked it up unlocking it. A message flashed from an unknown nunber.
' I need you at the house,I got another assignment ' it read. It was the same number from all the calls. I texted back saying ' on my way ' and slid it into my pockets.
